Earache, perfect for a pity-party and this is
November’s best time of year, holidays near
yet not too close to be over too soon, more
work on my desk for an exciting adrenaline
rush of challenge, but I need to feel sorry for
myself – keep all other disasters at bay
Heard a Doomsday prophet say infection of
the ear, even untreated tonsillitis, can lead to
death, the effect lost as we laughed unfazed
hearing such dire predictions, we don’t mind
dying per se but rebel against slow decline as
in ageing with pain – aha –
Gout says I mustn’t eat chocolate or sugar but
wholegrain alternatives mean vertigo and
nearly losing consciousness, now I eat
chocolates, delight in butter and full cream
milk with cardboard tasting rice cakes; and
Christmas is to be spent with my sister, sweet
Meringue, fruit cake, vanilla sponge, hiking,
riding a fast motorbike – oh yeah, with these
wonders ahead earache will keep me safe from
calling wrath of the gods – let the pain and
aches come now so bad things required to
keep me humble will be taken care of
And all the delectable treats equilibrated
with just the right amount of suffering – as
long as pros and cons are in balance, there is
no fear of arrogance winning, and I can
dream in peace….
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